Page 62 of Dangerous Temptation
Her nipples stiffened, going from peeking to peaking under the snug grip of the stretchy lace.
Alex’s grip on her waist tightened, and he turned her. She spread her hands over his chest and looked over her shoulder. The view from behind was even more salacious. Precious few strips of fabric covered her. One rode along the top of her buttocks, while another travelled down between the plump globes. The contrast between her long hair that hid so much of her back and the clothing that covered so little of her bottom was rather shocking.
She watched as his hands came up to cup her. Hide her. Claim her. The hold was bold and firm.
He dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head. ‘What else would you like to try on?’
She worried her bottom lip. ‘Suits?’
One of his eyebrows lifted.
‘I need something to wear at my defence.’
His face softened. ‘There’s my girl. Sexy and practical.’
His chest lifted and he stepped back. Hardness tented the front of his pants. ‘Thank you, Jorge. Would you send in Katrina?’
‘Of course.’ A sly but happy smile was on the designer’s face as he walked backwards to the door. ‘Let me know if there’s anything else you need.’
From there, everything turned into a blur of fantasy. Styles changed. Colours burst. The materials felt good against her skin, and the cuts were exquisite. Elena tried on suits, shoes, dresses and jackets. The touch and feel alone told her that everything was top of the line, but the watchful eye of the designers made her feel like a princess.
The watchful eye of Alex made her feel like a princess about to be debauched. He’d stopped working on his computer long ago.
‘That one is a definite yes,’ he said, eyeing the little black dress she’d put on. Its hemline was high, but not too high, but its neckline was plunging by anyone’s standards.
Elena looked at herself critically in the mirror. She seemed like a different woman. The casual, fresh-faced college student was gone, replaced by a sensual-looking seductress. It wasn’t a look she was entirely comfortable with, but she liked it all the same. The woman in the mirror showed confidence and poise. Nobody would question her being on Alex Wolfe’s arm.
Or they wouldn’t if her last name wasn’t Bardot.
The designer came over and fluffed her hair, spreading it out in a curtain. ‘The trend these days is a curly bob, right above the shoulders. Add some highlights, and that would really make this dress pop.’
‘You’re not touching her hair.’
The growl came from across the room and was menacing enough that the woman stepped back. ‘Of course.’ Her chin dropped an inch in rebuke. ‘What would you like to try on next?’
Elena smoothed the soft material over her stomach. Alex’s power hung in the air. There was never a doubt as to who was leading this show and some might have taken offence, but she didn’t interpret his words as domineering. She felt protected. Turned on. ‘That’s enough,’ she said.
‘Are you sure?’ Alex asked from his chair.
‘I can’t lift my arms any more.’ She’d shimmied and zipped and tugged all she could.
He gave the designer a nod, and the woman scurried from the room.
Elena walked closer to the chair where he sat. ‘Thank you,’ she said softly. ‘That was like a dream.’
It really had been an idyllic afternoon, sexy and thrilling. She tilted her head back as he rose before her. He wasn’t shy about looking over the dress. He hadn’t been shy about looking at anything.
She tugged at the hemline, even though it wasn’t indecent. She sucked in air when his hands caught her waist. He turned her and walked her back the few feet to the wall. Pressing her up against it, he leaned down over her and nuzzled her neck.
‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured.
Her eyelids fluttered. He’d learned right where she was most susceptible to his touch. Her hands came up to clutch at his waist. ‘I’ll just pick out a few things,’ she promised.
He pulled back a few inches to look at her.
She glanced over the stacks of clothes that had been piled on the ‘yes’ table. ‘Definitely a suit. A dress and maybe the pink lingerie.’
‘They’re all yours.’
